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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Pepijn Baltus
Pepijn Baltus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Duce
Duce
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I ain't never asked for acceptance
I guess it messed with him
Police come, I ain't offer 'em nothing, not even a Mexican
Is it a thot?
Let him know and I stop fuckin' this ****, bitch
City shit
Ask all the killers who got the city lit
I don't do no hate outta jealousy
I'm 'bout stretchin' shit
Plan it carefully
Cut out 'bout a hundred times, I measure it
You tellin' me
'Cause it's shooter street shit, overlook it
Ain't right after they took him
Like you ain't nobody's pussy
Whenever I pop outside
****, I be wide and they be lookin'
If a **** I don't like ever blow up rapping, then I'm gon' book 'em
If it's up with us, you can't quit
We gon' spank shit like a whipper
The streets ain't on no H 'cause it ain't straight and we cook it
[Verse 2]
I know **** pussies
Six thousand for the black cherry gelato, this ain't cookie
A hundred thousand, a couple of bottles, who want Duggy?
Hey, I boogie
Still mix the wood, you know I ain't fuck her
But she was lookin'
On both my brothers, I got truffles
The real truffles that come in duffles
I don't smoke, I sold a couple
Just off the muscle
He ain't hustle
Boy, I don't trust him, bitch, free my uncle
If I don't bust you, I'll probably punch you
Not for no reason, 'cause I want to
[Verse 3]
****, what you gon' do?
You know I'm lit, you know I'm piped
Hundred Gs on a bike
Only drove it twice
And I got a new 'Gatti
Come through off Gotti
Doggy beat that body
Know I need you
You up and we even
****, R.I.P. Reece
[Verse 4]
'Cause I love you, I ain't never judge you
I ain't been the same since I lost my granny
Since I lost my brothers
How y'all ain't here to see me win?
Help me count these Ms
No, I fell out with a couple friends
**** want my millions
Three hundred thousand on the Benz
Probably do it again
And if I catch another one lackin', I'ma shoot again
Hey, tell my cousin that I love him
I'll never judge him
Ain't been the same since I lost my granny
Since I lost my brother
And if I could, I'd probably hug him
Look at me thuggin'
Written by: Aaron Erlichman, Dion Hayes, FOREVEROLLING, George Stone, George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, Pepijn Baltus
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